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Thursday 28 July 2011

Pictionary for the Enlightened

I have a confession to make. As much as I enjoy my poeting, I am also an avid fantasy writer. Although the two modes are completely different in a sense. Poetry has always functioned as an interesting outlet. There's images it can capture in ways that are beyond comprehension.

I'm in a dark place at the moment and I have felt a lot of really black images speaking to me. There is something liberating about embracing the darkness. There's a lot to be harvested within it. But while I'm talking about images. I'll give a shout out to Lee, he's another fellow blogger, but something he does which is cool. Is he likes to use images to accompany his poems.

http://actorpoetplaywright.blogspot.com/2011/07/cul-de-sac-part-1.html

Writing tonight, I think I can really appreciate images. And I'm thinking of them in the grandest sense. I suppose I'll reveal a little of my thinking process before this becomes too vague sounding.

For me every word has a certain picture attached to it. Words like "Evanescent" for example, those sorts of words. To me I think immediatly of sniffing something and of heat and of bright light, but an autumn light that is pure yet obscured as if by floating autumn leaves. I think the key to a lot of good poetry is this ability to see pictures in words.

The latest poems I have written have all come from this very intuitive process. Anyway, that's my view. But before I go, how about a very different word and one I was going to use as a title, but after a few really scrappy efforts I gave up. I suppose I couldn't manage four, but many great things come in three's as we all know.

It's a word I've always liked. "Melancholy", now what's that word look like? Haha, I just imagined how difficult pictionary would be if people were forced to draw Melancholy or Evanescent. It might be a fun idea at a party though...would we all surprise each other and guess the word? Maybe. But what is Melancholy, is it snow? Is it water. Melancholy is lonely. It is a tree, a weak one. Not on a particularly rainy or miserable day, no melancholy is a ghost. Melancholy is invisible. But above all blue. I wouldn't go so far as to say it is etheral, but I think it is definately a blue ghost. It is male as well. Or perhaps it is simply a man standing far in the distance and he is cold and pale, he is like the weak tree in the distance. Haha...maybe not. I think I still enjoy the idea of a ghost. It seems to embody that word more exactly.

Anyway friends! This is a new thrilling game any old person can play! Pictionary, but with a twist. Now draw Gargantuan! (Yeah...we love that word, but alas how little we can possible use it).

Humming (Part 2)

Snow is unfamiliar in my land.
It hums unlike the rain, which
pitters and patters down

Snow has no noise
and so it hums not disimilar to
the hum of the damp earth

the hum of my bones
and the bone white snow.

Humming

Lying low watching the still water
this is a bath tub and you
are trying to die softly and
slowly alone
and that is humming.

Ghost

I am a ghost
a consequence of which
is to simply exist

to wither in and out of the shadows
like the crooked branches of an elm
tree melancholy by nature

yet etheral with bright tails
dancing about in the night light